The Injury Update

1) Boyness doesn't seem to be overly traumatized by his experience. He wants to talk about it a lot, but that seems prety normal. No nighttime screaming fits last night, or reports of bad dreams.

2) After a wound-redressing session this morning on Toddlerness' knee, I'm wondering if it would have been better to take her in for stitches. This is going to be one hell of a scar, and the bandaids alone are not doing the trick in keeping the two halves close enough to prevent a nice wedge of scar tissue from plugging it up. I'm not at all worried about whether it will heal or not. Heck, *I* don't care if it scars, but at some point in the future *she* might care about it, and I don't like that. *Sigh* I am not going back in time to yesterday and taking her to Urgent Care after all, that's for sure, nor am I going to subject her to that repair at this point. I hope that it doesn't scar up too badly - then I won't have to feel guilty about it ;).

Even More Injury?

Well, not me this time. Today Boyness pulled the bookshelf down on himself, getting a nasty lump on the noggin in the process. Just to seal the deal, imagine he's holding up the bookshelf as stuff rains down on him, and it is blocking the door so NOBODY CAN GO HELP HIM. Supremely shitty.

And then quite shortly afterwards, Toddlerness came up from an average-looking fall with more-than-average crying, but wanted to get back to playing. "Why is her foot red," NeighborGirl yells. Oh, shit. Don't read the following blockquote if you are blood/gore sensitive:

She had such a gash on her knee that the only thing that kept normally-very-level-headed me from running to the ER (and I'm sure they would have stitched it) is the fact that it washed out nicely (though not without even-greater-than-typical Toddlerness drama) and stopped bleeding promptly once I'd reunited the edges of the wound and gauzed and taped the whole deal. That was a lot of blood. Holy cow was it ever. But Toddlerness has some super-coagulating blood-of-wonder or something, I swear - it was coming out dark and thick...sticky even before it had a chance to sit around. The wound that soaked foot, slipper, dress, and assorted rocks and gravel in the driveway didn't even overcome a band-aid (or three...) once I'd washed it and pulled it closed. I think the only reason it bled so much outside is that she was walking around and kind of *milking* blood out of the wound as it opened and closed.

It is like we were saving up for this week or something! Crazy, eh? Stars aren't in our favor. Must hide somewhere soft and cushy.

2 New Ways to Injure Yourself

In case you were wondering.

Grass can cause cuts - similar to a papercut, but worse - and this situation is especially interesting if you shake your hand and resume weedwacking only to realize the extent of your injury when blood has lubricated the handle enough to make it slip from your hand.

If you have been steam cleaning your carpet, and your feet are all nice and soft and steam-cleaned-like, and you then walk into the kitchen where one of your children has dropped a corn chip, corn chip fragments can indeed penetrate the nicely-softened skin. They feel much like glass going in, but coming out are messier and far more likely to cause infection.

I Might Have a Practicum Placement

And I am TERRIFIED.

Did I mention that just LAST NIGHT I woke up in the middle of the night stressing about how I was going to handle practicum?

And then today I get set up?

UGH. Stress-out city.

Bubbles!

Apparently, if you take Palmolive oxy concentrated dish soap and baste it on the inflatable pool to find a hole, and then fill up the pool without wiping it, you get a LOT of bubbles.

And your kids love the bubbles.

And, scary chemical stuff that Palmolive Oxy is, the fun lasts ALL AFTERNOON!!! And your kids come in cleaner than, well, ever!

The best part was when they decided they were going to get their heads full of bubbles...by bending over and running circles around the edge of the pool. Little butts circling in a sea of bubbles. It was hillarious. The second-best part was when Tony freaked about bubbles in the eyes (over the eyes, more like, nobody got hurt...), finally got them clean, and then about 10 seconds later Becca NAILED him with a well-intentioned bucket full of clean water.

No pictures, unfortunately.

I, on the other hand, spent my time outside sweating like mad, alternately sitting all floppy-like in the shade and chopping wood. I came inside stinky and sore. And made spaghetti for dinner. Don't buy whole wheat pasta by De Cecco. It has that nasty-ass aftertaste that I've always associated with whole wheat pasta. The sauce was great, though, and that made up for it, 'cause we just drowned it.